I joined a budding group of adventurers, they wanted to explore some local ruins and I knew them. We are a day’s walk from them as the sun sets. They are a happy lot, singing and telling their stories of past ventures. I will soon join in their revelry, but until that day I will stay in the background. I enter my tent as the sun sets and remove my clothes. My silver scales shine in the dim light of the candles as I flick my clothes into a corner with my tail. The blood of Dragons has given my people this form, and I stand like a God before my Gemstones.